loving

everyday is like a struggle. A breath I can’t seem to find. When all the pain from last night comes into my mind. All the feelings all the people that I just can’t figure out, I’ve finally found a solution to get my life sorted out. I’ve searched and searched, through this journey of sorrow. I’ve hid and I’ve found, I’ve taken and borrowed. After all this time, I hear Death calling my name. I know I hear it, I know I do, I swear I’m not insane. He comes in the dark, when father closes the door. His voice is scary and sweet, something hard to endure. It’s hard, sleeping alone in the dark. When my thoughts come to mind, when a purpose is hard to find. I try and breathe and try and try again! But no one cares to find me, no one cares even with the hand I have extended! I’m alone in this world, a sorry fucked up girl. Who’s watched her friends come and go. She’s learned over the years, that you can’t trust many people, a lesson she wished she had learned a long time ago. Her heart feels empty, and black, such a horrible soul. She’s not meant for anyone, not in this world, not one single role. No medicine seems to work for me, no cure, nothing that’s in reach. But if there was one thing I would love, it’d be dying. For you see, I’d simply feel free.